chapter 11

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Tilly knew exactly what to expect when a subjectless email containing a YouTube link streaked across her phone. It damn sure wasn’t the latest Jimmy Fallon clip. Halting right in the middle of the Kroger, her basket unfilled, Tilly watched the video, sighing. “The destruction of a racist monument is a beautiful thing, but instead of talking about free speech and terrorism, how about we discuss the union of surveillance and weaponry? How about we talk about a weapon that can destroy entire neighborhoods? How about we talk about how looking up at the sky is now like looking down the barrel of a police gun?” Goddamn, she’s good, Tilly thought, admiring the impassioned activist, a young black woman, debating in the video. Too bad she represented Black Lives Matter. Quantico had been investig

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